Why love?
Why me?
This isn't how
I meant it to be,
With all the poor boys
Falling round my feet,
No this isn't who
I wanted to be.
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The Art of Confusion
PoesíaDiana Miller is schizophrenic...or at least she thinks so. She has never been clinically diagnosed because her father believes that mental illness is demon possession, and she knows he would never take her to a psychiatrist. To cope with her inner c...
